uhm..
real life and anime..
its like..a stimulator!
This is the potential Break up.
Sango walked alone, sighing, trying to figure out where the hell Miroku was. He hadn't called, or even text, and her best dress was getting soaked while she tried to hide underneath a shake that was on the verge of falling any moment. Her mind was focused on hearing her phone ring, when suddenly it did.
"Please be miroku.." She thought calmly to herself, pulling her wet hair from her face. She sighed happily, seeing his face pop up on the screen. She flipped open her phone, looking up and down the street , looking for him.
"Miroku, where are you I'm getting soaked!" She said screaming over the loud clutter.
"I--orry…A-ee--u--re" His phone started to break up.
" W-what miroku? I cant hear you. You're breaking up." She said trying to get better reception.
"I- ner--e--ou--" The phone suddenly made a clicking noise, as it lite up showing he had hung up.
Sango sighed again, putting her phone back in her pocket. She turned and looked at her reflection in the mirror, seeing her dress all soggy and her hair stuck to her head , when a car drove up.
"Sorry hun, bad reception." Miroku said smiling some. He looked at her, seeing how she was about to burst into tears. "Come in.." He opened the door, holding out an umbrella going over to her, holding it above her head. She stared at him smiling some. "Thanks Miroku." He ran up to her door opening it for her, letting her go in. She shut the door running back to the other side, when the compartment door opened. "What the…." A silk pink thong, sat in the middle of the compartment door. Sango felt a slight jerk in her heart, like she was going to die. She shut the door quickly, seeing miroku sit in the car.
"What?" He said, looking at her slightly guilty and pale face.
H-He's cheating on me… She thought to herself. Miroku started to drive up to a restaurant. "Ill be back sweetie.." He siad kissing her gently on the forehead, wrapping his coat around her so she wouldn't be cold. He shut the door and left into the restaurant. She waited until he went all the way in, ruffling through the coat pockets, when a piece of paper fell out.
It said:….
I know that you've probably seen the underwear by now so I should probably tell you this now.
Yes , I understand how much less of a man this will make me and how hurt that you will be.
I have been seeing another woman.
And I have been for the past few days now.
And honestly, she has been making more points about our relationship than anything.
And sadly.. I have to say..
We aren't working out as good as I thought we would be….
So we are over.
I'm truly sorry
-Miroku.
Sango just stared at the letter, feeling her eyes well up. She looked out the window to, seeing Miroku, coming back to the car. He was just smiling like nothing had happened. He set the food in the backseat, handing Sango a milkshake. She glared at him, trying not to cry. "What's wrong…." He asked calmly.
"What's wrong?" She said feeling a warm tear roll down her cheek. "This is what's wrong Miroku…" She threw the paper at him and opened the car door. "You're nothing but a sick twisted bastard.. I knew you couldn't be trusted.."
She got out the car slamming the door, as Miroku read the letter. "Oh no…." He said sighing.